𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍, 80s, 90s, 00s

jim carroll 🏀

so y'all LOVED my other one, which i VERY MUCH appreciate, so i made another one!

I was snuggled up by Jim, sitting at some place. He said it would be warm enough...but I was freezing. I didn't know why I even agreed to come with him. He's been acting different....and I know why. I just convinced myself I didn't. My breath was white like smoke, it was below freezing out I could tell.

"Jim, I wanna go home." I said shakily. His body stiffened under me. I became tense as well.

"Y-you can't. If you go home then your parents will know you were w-with me and t-the police, they'll come Y/N....you can't go h-home." Jim said also shakily. I rolled my eyes, is he saying I couldn't go home EVER again? I stood up, trying to get more warmth, but I couldn't.

"It's not even 3 degrees out, Jim. Listen, I wouldn't tell them where I was, okay?" I asked running a hand through my hair. Jim shook his head at me and stood up.

"N-no. Okay? W-why would you leave me here? I can't go home, Y/N. I definitely can't go to your house. Just stay with me and I'll figure something out." Jim said grabbing my arm and pulling my towards him. I jerked it away.

"No! I wanna go home! I'm cold, and hungry and I've been around all these drugs and I smell like them, I can't stand it." I said a little louder. Jim put his hand over my mouth and looked around for any people. His blue eyes met mine again.

"No." Jim said with a low, demanding voice. I breathed in again and smelled that disgusting smell of Heroin and cigarettes....I couldn't stand being here with him any longer.

With that, I stepped away on the icy ground and ran. I ran, trying not to slip. I was scared, and I was young. I didn't know what to do, but I couldn't stay there with Jim, no matter how much I cared for him.

After awhile, I'd lost him. I thought. I saw my apartment and walked right in. Nothing had really hit me yet, except the warmth of the room. My mom and dad were asleep, so I snuck into my bedroom and shut the door. Suddenly, I felt alone again. Alone, and depressed. I slid down the door with my knees becoming weak. Tears flowed down my red, frozen face as I wondered what I had just done to the boy who needed my most right now.